Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.